December 1915
"Jesus; something"s happened." Selkirk scrambled for his clothes.
"Andrew?"
"Get dressed, Rachel and quick!" Selkirk hauled on his trousers and grabbed for his tunic. His belt was next, with the revolver a reassuringly heavy weight at his waist.
He waited a moment and grabbed her by the arm. "Dress as we move," he said. "Come on."
Dawn was still beneath the eastern horizon; a faint band of silver-red that promised another day of insufferable heat.
Dragging Rachel behind him, Selkirk ran to the Reivers" camp. "Sergeant Crosier! What"s happened?"
"Turks sir!" Mathew stumbled over, nursing an eye that was beginning to swell. "I have no idea how they got here; they can"t have gone past the guard on the path."
"Where are they now?" Selkirk peered through the pre-dawn dark.
